The two boys kissing are Craig and Harry. They’re hoping to set the world’s record for the longest kiss. They’re not a couple, but stye used to be.
Peter and Neil are a couple. Their kisses are different.
Avery and Ryan have only just met an dare trying to figure out what happens next. Both of them worry that something will go wrong.
Cooper is alone. It’s getting to the point where he doesn’t really feel things anymore.
These boys, along with their friends and families, form a tapestry that will reveal love of all kinds: open and eager, tentative and cautious, pained and scared. New York Times bestselling author David Leviathan has sewn together their lives into a redemptive whole that will captivate, illuminate, and move readers.
Narrated by the ghosts of those who’ve gone before these boy, Two Boys Kissing is achingly real – but, it’s a good ache. It makes you empathise, feel and connect deeply. While the story is undeniably about understanding what it feels like to be a young gay man learning about love, it is just as much about the boundless universality of love. It quietly – perhaps, not consciously from the author’s perspective? – encourages closing the ‘otherness’ gap. That there is gay love, gay marriage, gay weddings, gay whatever… it’s ludicrous, really.
Love is love, and it is hateful, plain and simple, to deny love in any way.
How Two Boys Kissing inspired my writing…
What can I say. I love David Levithan’s writing.
I just reread that sentence. Pathetic. It does nothing to describe how I feel about his writing…
I want to wrap my brain with his words.
Really? That’s an improvement?!
When I read Two Boys Kissing, my heart and stomach played catch with the butterflies, and I think I might have touched the characters’ souls.
Much better! Not perfect, but now we’re feeling something, yes?
That is what inspired my writing. My characters are stick figures compared with David’s evocation of character!
(I think that if I ever have the chance to meet David Levithan, I will be reduced to a shaking, bumbling, dribbling, stuttering pool of goop.)
I have such a long way to go, my friends. But, oh what a trip if I can make paper and ink touch flesh, blood and spirit.